Page 32 of Unholy

When Malachi was fully seated, he paused there, carding his fingers through Luke’s short hair while hisbody adjusted. A sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, and his chest heaved under Malachi’s. His eyes were blown wide, and when he was ready, he locked his ankles around Malachi’s back and rocked his hips up insistently.

“I’m ready,” he said breathlessly. “Come on, Mal. Show me how much you want me.”

Those were dangerous words. A spike of possessive need shot through him. His fingers tightened in Luke’s hair as he dragged his cock out and drove back in hard enough to make Luke cry out. He did it again, and again, pounding into Luke with an unrelenting rhythm that drove all the insecurities and anger from between them, until there was nothing but them, entangled like the branches in a forest, brought together by time and fate and nature to weather every storm.

Malachi’s fingers curled around Luke’s jaw, turning his head so Malachi could growl low into his ear. “You’re mine, treasure. Mine, mine, no one else’s. They can’t take you away, I won’t let them.”

A litany of “yes, yes, yes,” spilled from Luke, his blunt nails clawing at Malachi’s back. He’d given himself over completely to Malachi, surrendered to the sensation of their bodies joining as one. He was baring himself in every way, his body arching and his legs spread, accepting the pleasure and the pain and anything else Malachi wanted to give him. And goddamn, he wanted to give him everything.

Luke’s body arched and his cock jerked between them, his cum splashing their stomachs as he cried out in relief. His hole fluttered around Malachi’s cock, and he latched onto the sluggishly bleeding cut as he came inside Luke, pressing as hard and deep as he could. He wanted to leave an imprint of his cock inside Luke’s channel, bury his cum so deep that it’d never come back out.

In the aftermath, Luke’s strong arms came around him, his thighs gripping Malachi tight as though to prevent him from leaving.

“You’re gonna need to bleach these sheets,” Malachi murmured against his chest. If Luke didn’t want him to go anywhere, he wouldn’t go anywhere.

Luke chuckled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Malachi growled at that. He didn’t like thinking about Luke being hurt, even if he enjoyed the taste of his blood. It was a strange quandary.

“Don’t growl. I’m fine,” he said, planting a kiss on the top of Malachi’s head.

“Caring about you is going to test me in many ways, isn’t it?” Malachi asked.

Luke’s fingers trailed up and down the center of his back. “Probably. Sorry about that.”

Malachi snorted. “Ah, it’s fine. We all have our,” he paused to smirk for effect, “crosses to bear.”

Luke rasped out a laugh.

He raised his head. “Where’s your phone?”

“On the coffee table. Why?”

Malachi reluctantly pushed himself up, groaning as his softening cock slipped free from Luke’s wet hole. He fetched the phone and then went into the bathroom for a washcloth soaked under warm water. When he returned to the bedroom, Luke hadn’t moved an inch, still laying spread-eagled in the middle of the bed.

“Here, baby,” he said, delighting in the way the new nickname had Luke’s face flushing with color.

Luke took the phone from him—and hummed pleasurably when Malachi ran the warm washcloth over thebloodstains and cum on his chest and stomach. “Why did you bring me my phone?”

“So you can un-fucking-block me.”

Luke sheepishly unlocked his phone and started tapping while Malachi cleaned him up. He gently cleaned between his legs, smirking in satisfaction at the sight of his cum leaking from Luke’s hole.

“You look very pleased with yourself,” Luke noticed.

Malachi hummed, leaning in to kiss Luke’s hip. “You let me drink your blood. You let me cum inside you. There’s something of you inside me, and something of me in you. I’mverypleased.”

He cleaned himself last and tossed the washcloth in the hamper just as he heard his phone chime from his jeans on the floor. Casting Luke a curious look, he dug his phone out and saw a new text—from Luke.

Yours. And I’m sorry.

Malachi melted, flopping onto the bed and dragging Luke against him.

“Iamsorry,” Luke said, the words muffled against his chest. “I’m just—scared. Things at the guild have been tense since Hawk’s banishment. I don’t want this to end in tragedy.”

“It won’t,” Malachi swore. “We’ll be careful, but I’m not giving you up for anything, treasure. Especially not them.”

Chapter 13

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